"Especially if I rework my wardrobe a bit. It's going to be odd not to have to wear ties to work, but it would be a bit counterproductive to dress all formal when I want to try to be on the same level as them." Glibt shrugged and started to swing his feet back and forth a bit before he caught himself and stopped; he was Matthew, not Cris. Ironing the wrinkles out of his mannerisms and emotional make-up was going to be interesting, to say the least.
In response to Mark's statement, Glibt found himself wanting to suggest that they... not kick each other out of bed right away, but perhaps that was better saved for the evening, after they'd had a day to get used to their new forms, to interacting with each other in this new combination. Glibt simply leaned in and kissed Mark tentatively on the cheek, marveling at how simultaneously different and familiar that action felt.
Glibt looked down at his hands again, frowning as his engagement ring started to slip off his finger; he pushed it back on firmly and made a mental note to get it resized eventually. "It's going to take me a bit to really get used to it, but I'm happy with it. I still feel like me. It's not the body that's going to take the most adjustment, though." He shrugged, his eyes darting away from Mark as he contemplated it. "Age-wise, I'm in between the first form I took and my last one, in between Cris and Harvey. I can already tell that the two are mixing and it'll be interesting to come to some sort of equilibrium." He looked back at Mark, shifting closer for reassurance; it felt odd not to feel as completely calm and in control as he did as Harvey. "What about you? Was it difficult to slip back into this old form of yours?"